To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

After she finished her prayer, she opened her eyes and exhaled.

“Huu…”

She hadn’t consumed anything for three days, and her hunger was intolerable.

As she got up from her tent, she began searching for something to eat.

Having always enjoyed the finest foods from the Holy Kingdom at her request, it was a harsh contrast to be now scavenging for food.

But she had no choice. She considered it a trial to adhere to God’s word.

While squatting and meticulously examining the ground, Iriel spotted the ‘edible’ grass the Saint had mentioned and gently plucked its top.

She didn’t uproot the grass entirely, as that would surely upset the nearby elves.

As soon as she plucked the grass, a sticky fluid seeped out, which disgusted her.

When she put it in her mouth and started chewing, an intense bitterness overwhelmed her palate.

“Eugh!”

She hadn’t expected the high-quality ingredients she was accustomed to, but she had hoped it would be at least palatable.

But it was so bitter that she doubted even animals would consume it.

The two elf guards observing her were taken aback and remarked,

“My goodness… we don’t even eat that because it’s too bitter…”

“Human beings sometimes willingly endure hardships… the Saintess truly is extraordinary. I wouldn’t eat that in a million years.”

She felt a wave of anger seeing them cluck their tongues as if it would be preferable to starve.

“Ugh… Saint!”

She swallowed the grass, mentally cursing the Saint.

A warm energy surged from her stomach, and the image of the Saint, grinning and declaring the grass was healthy, flashed in her mind.

“Aaaah!”

At the Saintess’s sudden outcry, the elves were alarmed and pointed their bows at her, yelling,

“Silence!”

“We warned you we would attack if you tried any tricks!”

“Wa, water!”

“We told you to keep quiet!”

Tears of frustration filled her eyes.

This was more challenging than any trial she had previously faced.

She had arrived at the elf village full of confidence, intending to take the Saint with her, but now she was consumed by regret.

A searing heat surged within her, prompting her to scream,

“Kyaak! I need water!”

“Quiet, quiet!”

A peculiar scream reverberated through the Grandel forest.

It was only the third day since she had started sleeping outside the village.

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He had bid farewell to his parents.

A smile graced his face as he remembered his mother packing travel food while holding back tears.

In line with Eil’s advice that goodbyes should be brief, he had left home before sunset, his heart feeling light.

Ray set off for the elf village, traversing the familiar forest.

Iriel was there, but he also wanted to bid the elves farewell.

As he journeyed through the forest, he found himself looking around more often, aware that he wouldn’t see this place for some time.

He walked briskly yet unhurriedly, taking in his surroundings.

The monsters didn’t dare approach him due to his speed.

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The Saintess was guzzling water as if she intended to drain the entire stream. Her usually neat hair that fell to her waist was now unkempt, and her swollen eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing her, the elves likely doubled their guard duty.

Reluctantly causing the elves to bolster their guard, she returned to her tent, panting heavily.

She longed to return to the Holy Kingdom.

She had tried eating three different types of grass that the Saint claimed were edible, but one was so bitter that even animals would shun it, and the other two tasted decent but were so tough that she tried slicing them with divine power to verify if they were indeed plants.

No matter how much she chewed, the stubborn grass retained its form in her mouth, and she was the first to give up.

In the end, she couldn’t eat anything and just sat quietly in the tent.

‘Should I just go back…’

As she was lying down and gazing at the sky, a voice sounded from beside her.

“Prepare yourself. We’re heading to the Holy Kingdom.”

Ah. Was she now experiencing auditory hallucinations?

When she didn’t respond, Ray slightly furrowed his brow and nudged her with his foot.

When had the Saint ever been treated in such a manner? However, she didn’t want to move at that moment.

Ray thought Iriel might be dead because she remained motionless, but when he noticed her chest rising and falling rhythmically, he discarded the idea.

Otherwise, what could explain her reaction?

He forcefully picked up the prone Iriel.

In a state akin to a zombie, Ray looked at her and said,

“We’re heading to the Holy Kingdom. Be ready before I return.”

“Ye…Yes?”

It was then that she seemed to regain her senses, her eyes widening as she questioned him.

Tears even streamed down her face.

“Am I… am I forgiven?”

Had she finally accomplished her objective? Had she upheld God’s word?

Overwhelmed with joy, Ray calmly said,

“No. Stop spouting nonsense and lead me to the Holy Kingdom.”

Even with his order to guide the Saint of the Holy Kingdom like a tour guide, her happiness didn’t diminish.

In fact, she wanted to wave her hand and urge him to repeat his words.

That’s how elevated Iriel’s spirits were.

Regardless of her mood, Ray said nothing more and walked past her, heading towards the village.

The elf guard saw him and spoke.

“Are you just arriving now?”

“Pia has awakened, go see her. She seems to be waiting for you. Hahaha.”

So she finally woke up. Apart from a dislocated shoulder and a cut on her side, Pia had nothing but bruises. The reason she had been lying down until now was purely due to fatigue.

Ray smiled and nodded at them.

“I’ll go see her immediately.”

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As soon as he entered the village, he saw quite a few elves.

He greeted each of them on his way to Pia’s house and then opened the door.

There she was, seated on a chair.

“You’re really awake? You were sleeping like a log.”

Then she smiled and said,

“Beauties require a lot of sleep.”

She didn’t have any problems referring to herself as a beauty.

In fact, it seemed like an apt description.

Her beauty resembled a jewel crafted from assembled crystals, and she had been asleep for a solid twenty years.

Despite his serious response to her jest-filled remark, Pia asked with concern.

“That’s not the reaction I was hoping for… What’s wrong?”

“No. It appears that beauties do require a lot of sleep.”

Traditionally, it wasn’t that beauties needed a lot of sleep, but that they maintained regular sleep schedules, which enhanced their skin, prevented dark circles, and thus made them look more beautiful.

However, it seemed it was time for him to revise his beliefs.

Would he understand why beauties required a lot of sleep when he had gathered enough knowledge someday?

While he was engrossed in his pointless thoughts, someone barged in from behind him.

“Hmph. You’ve come directly here again.”

He recognized her familiar voice before he even saw her.

“Aira.”

“Just like the last time, and now again… what’s your opinion on the High Elves?”

Pia was taken aback by her grumbling in a low voice and bowed respectfully.

“Ah, greetings Lady Aira.”

Aira dismissively waved her hand at Pia’s greeting.

“Enough.”

Ray spoke in disbelief.

“Why are you seen more often in Pia’s house than Pia herself?”

“There’s no place in the village I can’t visit.”

“That may be true, but…”

His voice faded as he attempted to intimidate the home invader with a stern look. However, Aira avoided his gaze and swiftly shifted the subject.

She glanced at Ray’s backpack, filled with something, and commented,

“You appear to have made a decision.”

Ray slightly nodded in response to her words.

“I’m heading to the Holy Kingdom. It’s an opportunity that came my way, just as you mentioned.”

“That’s a wise choice. So… you’re departing now.”

Ray nodded silently once more.

Pia was quite taken aback by their conversation. Departing? But to where?

Although Pia was curious, she didn’t dare to voice her questions because of Aira. The thought of him leaving left her at a loss.

Seeing Pia’s distress, Aira clicked her tongue and said,

“If there’s something you’re curious about, don’t hesitate to ask, child.”

It was quite an amusing scene, as Aira, who appeared even younger than Pia, said that.

Pia hesitated for a moment before bowing to Aira.

“Thank you, Lady Aira.”

“Yes. What do you want to know?”

Ray mimicked Aira’s tone, causing Aira’s lips to twitch in amusement.

“Where are you going when you say you’re leaving? Weren’t you planning on staying here? You’re not considering following the humans from the Holy Kingdom, are you?”

Pia was overwhelmed by the flurry of questions.

He answered slowly,

“Yes, I’m considering going to the Holy Kingdom.”

At his firm response, Pia was once again at a loss for words.

“How… how long?”

How long would it be? He wasn’t entirely sure himself.

He would likely return if there was no more knowledge to gain, or if he grew bored of the Holy Kingdom.

He thought it might not take more than a few years.

Ray organized his thoughts and then said,

“I don’t know. Probably not more than a few years?”

At his words, her face slightly relaxed.

“Will you return?”

“I will return. No matter what happens.”

“Aha… I see. Hehehe. Okay, take care!”

Her face was now completely relaxed, back to her usual self.

Ray looked at Aira with a “Why is she like that?” expression, and Aira said,

“Unlike humans, a few years is nothing to elves. A few years… well, it’s like coming back in a moment.”

“Ah.”

Ray nodded in understanding, and Aira spoke again,

“If you have nothing else to ask, I’d like to borrow him for a while…”

“Ah, yes! Go ahead!”

“……”

He didn’t appreciate their behavior as if they were lending and using him like an object, but it was the last time.

As he prided himself on being generous, he could endure it this time.

But whether he endured or not, it seemed not to matter to Aira.

She grasped his hand and channeled mana.

“Blink.”

Suddenly, their surroundings and the backdrop blurred.

As the scenery shifted with a single utterance, he felt slightly dizzy.

“Ugh…”

Holding his head and surveying his surroundings, he realized they were in Aira’s house.

She appeared unaffected, observing him and speaking.

“I have something to give you. Please, do not reject it.”

“Something you want to give me……”

After a moment, as his discomfort subsided, he felt at ease.

Then Aira approached him and extended her hand.

“Take it.”

Take what? Was she referring to her hand?

As Ray took her hand, he felt her distinct cool touch.

Memories from a month prior gradually returned. Back then, he constantly held her hand, transferring mana to monitor Aira’s physical state.

However, it was undeniably the first time they had held hands in this manner.

Aira’s face reddened, but she didn’t want to reveal it, so she maintained a serious expression.

She parted her small lips and intoned.

“…This shall be ‘my’ mark, evidence that I am with him.”

To his knowledge, no such spell existed in any magic.

Before he could comprehend it, a reaction emanated from their intertwined hands.